DAY
I woke up to chaos. Screaming. Crying. The sound of the jumbotrons blaring above the noise. It brought me back to my senses.
Where am I? Denver. Why am I here? You need to interrupt Andens announcement. Who am I with? Kaede and June. Where are they? I don't know.
I pull the seat belt strapped around my waist off of me and stumble to the front of the plane to check on Kaede. I figured June had already gotten to safety. She was always quicker and more alert than I could ever be.
I reached the cockpit and the first thing I saw was blood covering the window and the seat Kaede was sat on. Blood was never a good sign. Sudden flashbacks to my mothers death replay in my mind. Then I saw her.
Kaede's lifeless body hunched over all the little buttons used to steer the jet, her goggles still on top of her head, covered by her jet black hair. She looked so at peace, almost like she was sleeping. But I knew she wasn't sleeping. I've seen too many dead bodies in my time to know one when I see one. She was gone. And I didn't have time to mourn. I had to do what I came here to do. For June.
I stepped out of the jet, debris fell from the grey and orange sky, the streets were full of both rich and poor. Soldiers surrounded the jet, their backs turned to me. June must be here somewhere. Either hidden in the shadows or off to find where Anden might be. I turned to get a last look at Kaede. Kaede. The girl I met at a bar back in Lake, back when life was stealing food, running through back alleys and visiting John whenever I had the chance. Now my life is worrying about June, running from patriots, colonists and republicans. How times change, yeah.
When I turn, I see something that I only thought I would see 80 years from now, in a hospital bed surrounded by family. June. But not just June. June's lifeless body. No, no she can't be…she's not. No.
June. My June. My June who drives me insane, my June who was the bravest most clever person I have ever met, my June who I love so intensely it is one of the things that scares me most, my June who means everything to me.
I can't do anything, I can't move, I can't think. I know that anything I do won't change what has happened. June is dead. She is gone. And I'm just going to have to live with that.
I walk over slowly, It's like the world around me has stopped and a clear path has been formed, leading me straight to the sight I can't seem to take my eyes off. After what feels like an eternity I make it to her. Her skin looks the same (which is unlike any other dead body i've ever seen), her beautiful brown eyes are staring at the sky, its golden specks still shining like the brightest stars i've ever seen and her long silky hair flawless as always in a high ponytail. Her eyes don't hold that sadness they used to reflect, she looks at ease, and all I can do is thank God for that. I hold her in my arms and let myself cry. For the last time I look at her angelic face, the face that I've grown to love more than anything in this whole world. June would want me to move on, she would want me to live my life, be happy and put my horrific past behind me. It feels like an impossible task at this moment. But like before, June's faith keeps me going.
If you can hear me June know this, "I love you, I have loved you since the moment I saw you at that skiz fight. Everything I do from now and forever will be for you. Tell mom, dad and John that I love them and that we will be reunited soon. Wait for me please, I can still go on knowing you will be waiting for me at the end of the tunnel, you are my light, you are my everything. We will be together soon, just wait a little bit longer."
